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Saturday, December 30, 2017

Happy Sunday and Happy New Year's Eve! I can't believe it's almost 2018! Where has the time gone off too?I'm not big on New Year Resolution, but I do have a mental list of things I want to do like read and write more! And with the end of 2017, I just want to thank everyone for being there and here's to another year of reading and writing fantastic stories.

Today I’m once more sharing a snippet from my holiday story, The Beauty of Forever (A Christmas Realm Tale). My excuse? None really. I just love this story. LOL I did, however, choose what I consider a snippet full of hope. (You know, for the beginning of a New Year and all that :p)

Also, I wanted to thank everyone who voted for my stories at Evernight's Readers' Choice Awards. Lawless, the anthology of which my story, Hitman's Angel, was a part of, won best Dark Romance and Break Me was the runner up! So big thank you!

Enjoy the snippet and may the end of 2017 and beginning of 2018 be absolutely AWESOME!
Xoxo,
Elyzabeth

*Some creative punctuation has taken place to adjust to guidelines

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“What changed?”“I did,” she said. “I decided I was going to enjoy the little things in life and I started to see the magic in everything.” She spread her arms. “Every moment counts. Life is a gift. We could choose to live our lives with anger and hate or with love and joy. I chose the latter.”

Once dead, always dead. ​Christopher Beaufort works in what could easily be the most cheerful place on earth, Santa’s Christmas Realm, but as a vampire, he is nothing more than a shadow among the living.Worn out by the demands of his job as Chief Toy Officer, Santa assigns a human woman to help him, Samantha Kraus. Tantalized by the fiery red-head, Christopher makes it his business to seduce her, but as he does, something within him begins to stir.

Life is a gift in which every moment counts.

When Samantha Kraus accepted the job of assistant manager at Santa’s, she expected elves, fairies and maybe some shifters, but definitely not vampires, and least of all did she imagine her boss would be one of them or that she’d be attracted to him.

Though she tries to remain professional, Samantha finds herself falling for Christopher. But, can a vampire’s heart ever beat again?

Excerpt:“So it’s finally happened to you, too. Your little routine has turned blah. You wanna spice things up a little. Just like I do.”

“Not like that, I don’t.”

“You can’t keep your eyes off of my husband, Iris. I’m not blind. And that blush when you and Kyle first arrived, I mean, come on.”

“My cheeks were merely rosy from the cold,” Iris lied.

“Pfff.”

“Are we going to decorate that poor tree over there, or what, ladies?” Kyle asked when the wood in the fireplace finally lit.

“Absolutely, you guys get started,” Siri said.

“Oh, I get it, this is going to be like last year, and you’ll both sit back here, drink wine and ogle the man-candy? I see. It’s cool. Some guys would find it demeaning.” Kyle lifted up his t-shirt and flashed them his abs. “I, for one, have zero hang-ups about the former Beaulieu sisters seeing me as nothing more than a piece of meat. Prime rib, right here, ladies.”

“You call that prime?” Brett snorted. “More like ground round. Now, this... this is Grade A!” The generally more reserved man shocked the shit out of Iris by raising the hem of his cream-colored fishermen’s sweater giving them a little tease of the hidden six-pack beneath.

Spontaneously, Iris gasped. Brett’s gaze flew to hers.

Shit! Had she made that noise out loud? For the second time, her cheeks flamed with heat.

Quickly, Iris averted her attention but made the mistake of making eye contact with her sister, who let out an evil chuckle if she’d ever heard one. Siri swirled her wine around her glass and grinned. “Interested in swapping now, sista-mine?”

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Once again the last few weeks have been crazy, but I'm finally on holiday. Yay! Christmas has come and gone and now we're all waiting for New Year's. Do you have any resolutions? Today, I'm sharing another snippet from The Beauty of Forever. I'm a little cold, so I figured I'd share a nice, hot snippet with you all.

Enjoy! and Happy 2018!

Elyzabeth

“Christopher, answer me. Why—?”He didn’t hear the rest of the question. It was always the same.Why are you like this? Why aren’t you different? And the answer couldn’t be more obvious.He was on Samantha in two strides, forcing her to back up against the desk. Her fear hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of her blood as it flowed to her extremities. Hunger clawed at him painfully. Christopher bared his fangs. Samantha’s hand shot out to push him away, but the warm contact of her palm against him fueled his longing to an unbearable pitch.“Isn’t it evident?” he growled. “I’m a beast, Samantha.”She shook her head. “No.”Christopher pressed against her, relishing the weight of her fingertips and the way her nails dug into him.“No? Then why are you trembling, doll?”He moved her hair aside, bringing her neck to his view. Her vein pulsed frantically, calling to him to dig in.“Christopher—”His gaze shot to her face and what he saw undid him. Christopher slammed his lips down on her. Fireworks exploded, sending sparks across every part of him and coming to rest on his rapidly thickening cock. Samantha moaned into his mouth, tugging on his bottom bow and ratcheting his arousal.“You’re going to burn,” he choked, cupping her ass and lifting her to the edge of the table.Samantha grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him toward her. She wrapped her legs around his waist.“Good. I’ve gotten tired of the cold.”She licked the seam of his lips. Christopher groaned. Fisting her hair, he angled her head and devoured her. The smell of her arousal hung heavy in the air. Christopher thrust against the layers of clothes separating them. Samantha whimpered.He snaked a hand between them. Finding the elastic of her panties, he shoved them aside and slid two digits into her, finding her wet.“You like playing with fire.”Her body bowed in response. Christopher pumped his fingers in and out. Samantha threw her head back, biting her lip in an attempt to quiet her sexy mewls.“Tell me you want me,” he demanded. “Look me in the eye and tell me, Samantha.”Running her hands down his arms, she gave him a gaze glazed with lust.“I don’t want you,” she said.The ache in his chest returned, stealing his breath.“I need you,” she declared.The pang scattered, leaving behind a dull throb which energized him.“You’ve made a grave mistake,” he said.

Once dead, always dead.

Christopher Beaufort works in what could easily be the most cheerful place on earth, Santa’s Christmas Realm, but as a vampire, he is nothing more than a shadow among the living.

Worn out by the demands of his job as Chief Toy Officer, Santa assigns a human woman to help him, Samantha Kraus. Tantalized by the fiery red-head, Christopher makes it his business to seduce her, but as he does, something within him begins to stir.

Life is a gift in which every moment counts.

When Samantha Kraus accepted the job of assistant manager at Santa’s, she expected elves, fairies and maybe some shifters, but definitely not vampires, and least of all did she imagine her boss would be one of them or that she’d be attracted to him.

Though she tries to remain professional, Samantha finds herself falling for Christopher. But, can a vampire’s heart ever beat again?

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

I had this
story in my head for months before I started to write it. The elf, Owain
Lovage, was so clear in my imagination but not his lover to be. Rowan kept
disappearing and then reforming. I knew he had to be special because Owain is
so sure he can never have a human partner.

Owain is
lonely but he’s a happy soul, already in love with nature and as much as Rowan
stirs him as they meet, Owain is calm and takes the love poured out to him from
Rowan like gifts.

Rowan is
highly sexual and used to taking what he needs from the men he meets. He
pursues Owain from the start, but as soon as they connect, he’s lost in a pull
of attraction he’s never felt before. He falls in love with Owain long before
he knows it.

There’s a
twist, as always, in my romances and of course a happy ending. I hope you enjoy
the passion between these two men and the fun in the build to the end where I
allow life to play tricks on them the way we all know it can.

Owain’s
desperation grew in the night. He used magic to make coffee after spending too
long in the shower. He walked to work trying to calm himself and before he knew
what he was doing he used magic to speed and lift his steps. Only when he went
through the small gate to the stable area, and, from force of habit, turned to
close it, did he realize he’d left no prints in the snow. He dropped his feet
to the ground. The layer of snow made a dull scrunch as it compacted.

A frown
creasing his forehead, Owain entered the stables and went to the large
enclosure where his older red deer had a space each. Their winter quarters made
them impatient to work, and Owain soothed them with his magical touch. “Shush,
shush, I’ll let you run in the paddock today after the school visit. The
forecast is for sunshine by noon. Not that you care if it snows.” He stroked
them, affection in every move. The deer snorted softly.

He was at
his desk checking the staff roster on the computer when a worker brought Rowan
to him. Owain’s heart thudded as he stood to greet Rowan. He minimized the
document window and went around the desk.

“Thank you,
Ben.” He dismissed his colleague with a smile, but as soon as Ben had closed
the office door as he left, Owain went to Rowan. “It’s great to see you. I, er,
I didn’t know if you’d take me up on my offer.”

Rowan gazed
at him, his eyes glittering with pleasure. “To visit you—how could I not? I
thought about you all night. I almost called the cell phone number on your
business card. Is it your personal number?”

Owain
nodded as he answered. “I wished I could call you. I thought it might be too
soon. It is my personal number. The landline number is for the farm, but I
didn’t want the staff bothered by after-hours calls, hence my number—”

Rowan’s sudden
move, grabbing his shoulders and kissing him, stopped Owain’s gabble. He sank
into the soft joy of Rowan’s lips on his and pushed his hands around Rowan’s
waist to hold him fast and linger in the kiss, until the sensation of floating
in a haze of lust became real and Owain lifted them both from the ground.

Rowan broke
the kiss and took a deep breath. “Your kisses are—”

Panic made
Owain’s stomach churn, and he brought their feet to the floor thanking any
deity listening that he’d only elevated an inch or so. “—so are yours.” He
caught his breath resting his forehead on Rowan’s.

Rowan
smiled, finishing his sentence. “So sexy.”

Pleasure
closed Owain’s eyes.

Rowan
pushed his arms around Owain’s neck and pressed his body close.

Rowan’s
hard body against his enticed until Owain swept his hands down to Rowan’s ass
and grabbed it to thrust his erection on Rowan’s. The hard column of Owain’s
cock straining against his pants rubbed on Rowan’s. Owain sighed into his soft
kisses. “This is no place to make out.”

Owain’s
urgent desire overwhelmed him. He edged to the door, simultaneously kissing
Rowan and bringing him to lean there. He couldn’t lock the door from inside,
but they could block entry with their bodies.

Rowan
opened his jeans and dragged them and his underwear down his thighs. His huge
cock sprang free. He moaned low and grabbed Owain’s hand to close it around his
dick.

Owain
gasped as the shape and feel of Rowan’s cock in his hand sent sparks of
pleasure down his body to pool in his balls, and his own cock jerked against
his pants.

Owain
tightened his grip and slipped his other hand around Rowan’s body to finger the
crack of Rowan’s hard ass, as he took kiss after kiss from Rowan’s open mouth.

Rowan’s cum
shot over Owain’s hand and along his wrist. Rowan ground his cock into Owain’s
grasp as he moaned. He stilled slowly and returned Owain’s kisses. “I need your
cock in my mouth, fucking now—” He pulled away from Owain and dropped to his
knees.

With
shaking hands, Owain helped his lover open his pants and push them down his
thighs along with his underwear. Rowan’s lick along his aching cock made him
groan.

Rowan
lapped at the head of Owain’s dick as he grasped the shaft. He circled
feather-light touches around Owain’s balls with his fingertips.

Owain’s
stomach clenched tight. He couldn’t breathe. The feel of Rowan’s lips around
his cock set him moaning. The tight, wet friction as Rowan brought his dick in
and out of his mouth nearly sent Owain to his knees. He grabbed Rowan’s
shoulders and let himself thrust. Streaks of sensation gathered between his
legs. His balls lifted high under Rowan’s touch. Owain’s orgasm stormed over
him with pleasure so exquisite he fell back against the door, and as his knees
sagged, he struggled not to groan too loudly.

Rowan held
him there, waiting until Owain had pumped all his seed into his throat. He
stroked Owain’s tense stomach, forcing more moans to escape, and his cock
throbbed in Rowan’s mouth.

“Rowan—” He
murmured the name, wanting to kiss those lips that had brought him such pleasure.

I believe final votes for Evernight's Readers' Choice Awards are still open, so if you’d like to vote, you can go to this is the link.(There's also a $25 Evernight Gift card giveaway!). I've been nominated in two categories:Best Dark RomancewithBreak MeandEvernight Book of the YearwithAlpha's Alpha!

Now, back to the snippet.

Enjoy!

*Some creative punctuation has taken place to adjust to guidelines

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“Mistletoe,” he said.
When she glanced at him again, her breath caught. Christopher wrapped one hand around her waist, bringing her closer.
“I thought you said this was business,” she whispered.
“It is.” He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, his fingertip sliding across her neck and bringing goosebumps to her flesh. “You’re my business.”
Threading his fingers into her hair, he tilted her head and pressed his mouth to hers. Samantha sighed, welcoming the heat of his kiss.
The world around her vanished and the music became a faraway melody in a dream in which only she and Christopher existed.

Once dead, always dead. ​Christopher Beaufort works in what could easily be the most cheerful place on earth, Santa’s Christmas Realm, but as a vampire, he is nothing more than a shadow among the living.Worn out by the demands of his job as Chief Toy Officer, Santa assigns a human woman to help him, Samantha Kraus. Tantalized by the fiery red-head, Christopher makes it his business to seduce her, but as he does, something within him begins to stir.

Life is a gift in which every moment counts.

When Samantha Kraus accepted the job of assistant manager at Santa’s, she expected elves, fairies and maybe some shifters, but definitely not vampires, and least of all did she imagine her boss would be one of them or that she’d be attracted to him.

Though she tries to remain professional, Samantha finds herself falling for Christopher. But, can a vampire’s heart ever beat again?

Paul Stanton thought he had it all, a great job, a beautiful condo and a
stable relationship with his boss, but when his lover dumps him for another
man, Paul is forced to rethink his life. Rather than spend the holidays alone
in San Francisco he visits his childhood home in rural Pennsylvania. But only a
few days with his family is enough to convince Paul that you can’t go home
again.

Paul leaves for the airport in the midst of a snowstorm. Stranded in the
woods, a chance meeting with a hunter is his only option for survival. Paul
knows the type, a backwoods bigot just like the men he grew up with, but what
choice does he have? A few days with the hunter convinces Paul there’s more to
Andy Reynolds than meets the eye. But is it enough to bind two men who have
nothing in common except their sex?

Sleepless
Knight

Andy and Paul are totally committed to each other, but when the two-year
itch infects their relationship, Paul becomes distant and refuses to talk about
it. Andy arranges a much needed vacation, but on the way home they pick up a
hitchhiker who’s willing to trade sex for a roof over his head. Andy will do
anything to make Paul happy, even if it means bringing another man into their
bed. But is a threesome really the answer? Or will it drive them further apart?

Excerpt:

Andy studied
his houseguest. Under different circumstances, Paul’s features would be
extremely appealing, but right now, his high cheekbones were an unhealthy shade
of pale, and his sensual lips were blue. He hoped Paul would accept his help.
“Okay, let’s get you into bed.”

“I usually
get dinner first,” Paul mumbled.

Paul’s
attempt at humor was a good sign. Andy chuckled. “I’ll give you something to
nibble on later, city boy.”

Andy helped
his unexpected guest to the sleeping alcove. It was only across the room, but
Paul leaned heavily on Andy, and by the time he sat on the bed, sweat beaded on
Paul’s forehead. The man was obviously exhausted, but he tried to push Andy
away when he attempted to undress Paul.

Andy’s harsh
words must have gotten through to Paul. He stopped protesting and allowed Andy
to undress him. When only Paul’s boxers remained, Andy surveyed his body with a
clinical eye. There were no disturbing signs of frostbite. He just needed to
rest and warm up. Paul might be cold, but he was also incredibly hot. Andy
couldn’t help checking out his houseguest’s perfect golden tan. Obviously, the
man was from a warmer locale. And Paul’s lean, muscular body, sprinkled with
light brown hair, shouted gym rat. When Paul lay down on his back, Andy was
surprised to see an erection escaping Paul’s boxers. He reached for the waistband
to pull the shorts off.

Paul rose on
his elbows and swore under his breath. “See anything you like?”

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